by Bane, Lucian
She thrust her hips, fighting for more of his cock inside her, cries louder, worried maybe, as his squeezing got harder. The torment of jerking herself on the pulsing tip of his cock was the most delicious thing ever.
“Sade!” She looked down in shock at his fingers scissoring urgently on her clit. “Oh God! Oh God!” She erupted with an explosion, shrieking long as she bowed and thrashed with the intense orgasm gripping her. He suddenly gave a violent buck of his hips and Mercy screamed with the shove of his huge cock deep inside her.
He remained exactly still once he was buried and she lost track of space and time as she lay there, shocked at what she’d just felt. So fucking glorious, dear God.
He disconnected from her completely and Mercy’s body gave an errant cry at the total and instant absence. It was as painful as it was alarming.
She watched breathlessly as he went to the bathroom and turned on the water. Her heart raced as she waited to see his intentions. He came out, and the sight of his cock standing erect made her heart stutter all over the place.
He walked over, his face firm as he untied her. She sat up, rubbing feeling into her wrists as he walked to the table and sat in the chair, his legs open and hips forward. “Undress for me.” He grabbed hold of his cock and made it stand tall while his other hand hung casually between his legs, watching her.
She wasn’t sure where to start. She stood up.
“Don’t stand on your feet,” he muttered, rolling his hips and making his cock push through his fist.
She felt a little safer with his concern, but that didn’t keep the tremble out of every limb as she sat back down. She’d do her top last.
“Your top first.”
She jerked her gaze to his harsh one.
“Top. First,” he reiterated, letting her know it wasn’t negotiable.
Heat spiked between her legs at his strict tone. She parted her lips for more air, very close to positive that she loved him that way. Commanding. Commanding her. Owning her. Using her even.
She looked down at her top, reminding herself that technically he’d seen her already. Just… act like you’ve done this before.
She removed her straps first then slowly pushed the top down to her waist, keeping her head lowered.
“You’re fucking killing me, Angel.”
His hoarse whisper sent her heart between her legs to pound with a fury. God, she needed to answer the deep hunger she heard and felt in him.
His eyes were locked on her breasts as he sat there, stroking himself so very slowly, his full lips open wide, black brows drawn in agony.
To think she had that power over him gave her courage. She hooked her thumbs in the top now bunched at her waist and began working it down with her skirt and panties. She finally managed them to her ankles and kicked them off, back to scared out of her mind as she sat completely naked before his stormy gaze.
He propped his heels on the chair legs, rolling his hips extra slowly now as his gaze burned just as slowly over her. “Stand.”
Her breath caught at his command, and she slowly stood, swallowing down her fear.
“Turn, Angel. Do it slowly, and God, don’t you fucking hurry.”
She gasped and did as he said, clenching her eyes tight when her back was facing him. She yelped when he was suddenly pulling her arms behind her.
“Hold them together. Just like that.” He slid his finger along the crack of her butt, sending a shiver through her as he got one of the ties from before and secured her wrists behind her, tight. “Sit.”
She sat on the bed, looking up, her gaze not making it past his enormous cock.
“Open your knees, Angel.” He stroked his finger under her chin, drawing her gaze higher. “Keep your ankles together.”
She stifled a moan as she spread her legs and held her feet together.
Grabbing another tie, he knelt before her and tied her ankles tight together. She couldn’t stop her cry when he leaned in and licked the deformed nipple, before sucking it into his mouth with an explosive hunger. She arched her back, trying to give him more, spreading her knees.
He climbed on the bed behind her, and she gasped when he put one of the ties over her eyes then secured it tight. Careful hands stroked her face, then slowly over her shoulders and arms. His cock moved against her back and she moaned with the need to have it in any way possible.
He suddenly took hold of her head in both hands, his fingers firm as he tilted it to the right. With one hand, he slid the hair away from her neck, his fingers stroking along her shoulder blade, then sliding up to her hairline and back down as though tracing her. His breath shuddered on her skin as he suddenly gripped her hair on the right and clamped his hand on her left shoulder.
She closed her eyes with nonstop gasps as he held her neck stretched before him. Her moans followed when the tip of his tongue licked from shoulder to hairline, a low, eager growl in his chest that promised lethal things.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered in her ear?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
His mouth turned into a storm on her neck as his lips, teeth, and tongue sucked, scraped, and bit her. “Oh God!” she cried, her breaths loud and harsh.
His fingers pulled harder in her hair, dug even harder on her shoulder as he devoured faster and faster until her mind spun in senseless oblivion—a mess of nonstop moans and begs.
He turned her face to his mouth and kissed her with such a force, she could scarcely breathe from it.
She was abruptly fighting to steady herself when he unexpectedly lifted off the bed. She looked around, the blindness making her confused and disoriented. “Sade,” she whispered when he didn’t seem to be there anymore.
She heard him in the bathroom and angled her head, listening for signals as to what he had in mind next.
Her heart beat a furious pace in her chest as she waited. He was suddenly there, she heard his breathing. His hands slid under her legs and he lifted her in his arms.
“Sade,” she whispered, unable to keep the fear back now.
He didn’t answer as he carried her. He seemed to sit and her foot rested on what felt like the cool tub.
“Talk to me,” she gasped, needing to know at least what he was doing, planning. He leaned with her and she screamed when her body touched cold—cold water. “Sade,” she gasped. “W-what… what are you doing, talk to me.”
While she sat in the tub, he placed a hand on her back and chest and slowly pushed ‘til she lay back.
“Oh God, oh God,” she whispered as the water reached her chin. She fought to push herself higher with the bottoms of her bound feet, angling her tied hands on the tub beneath her to keep from slipping. “Sade, I’m scared, please,” she gasped.
She felt his legs on either side of her in the tub now and she tried to figure out where he was, what position he was in.
“Sade, please, wait.”
He was kneeling over her she realized. His harsh breaths came faster as he slowly sat on her stomach, pushing her down into the tub and holding her there.
Panic raced through her muscles, and she fought not to give into it. “I’m scared, I’m scared, Sade, please,” she said, tears stinging her eyes. Her breaths shot out as she fought to calm down, fought for some memory of some kind of training. She reminded herself she had training in things. She could fight him if it got crazy. She desperately sought to remember anything to help her. Fighting was all she remembered, and it seemed available to her when she wasn’t trying to bring it. God help me.
Her body shook violently and his weight suddenly left her stomach and cold fingers gripped the top of her neck beneath her jaw, tilting her face up. Hovered right above her mouth, their harsh breaths mingled, hers panicked and his something else she couldn’t see and really needed to.
His mouth ravaged hers with a brutal hunger, growling and sucking the breath from her. She felt his cock stroking over her nipple and despite the cold and fear, it sent tiny heat strobes to her clit.
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sp; He pulled up with a painful sounding groan and the sudden release on her neck sent her too far into the water. She pushed with her feet to get back up, turning her face, trying to think through the panic. “Sade!” she gasped. Her feet slipped, and she went under. Hysteria hit her, and she pushed frantically with her feet and hands, surfacing finally. “Sade!” she screamed and gasped, “Help me!”
Chapter Twenty-One
Sade knew he’d fallen.
He’d been on a slippery slope with this from jump. Just bring her to the brink, that was his idea, his plan. Reach her limit, breach that fucking wall in her head keeping her from him. But the second he set her in the water and her panic hit, he knew it. He’d brought himself to his own ledge.
Dark desire drove an agony through him he couldn’t escape. Like those nails inhis feet, he was held to its immovable and inescapable torture. Lusting for it and loathing it all at the same time. It was like the sexorcism high, only it had a target. Mercy. Fucking his Mercy while she was terrified.
Sade had tried not to show his arousal in that basement. Abraham had threatened Mercy and he’d gotten so fucking hard. He’d finally allowed himself to poke at that new and strange animal in his mind, find out enough about it to understand, and now… now he sat and chatted casually with it, discussing the logistics of fucking her pussy, her mouth, her untouched virgin ass—especially that—all while she was terrified.
The part of him that loathed his dark desires stood just behind this new animal, hiding in a corner. Hiding while it took care of business.
He gripped her throat in his hand, lifting her out of the water a little more. Her racing pulse in his palm and fingers said it was exactly right to fuck her mouth. Make her take him in that terror.
He knelt before her and rubbed the throbbing head along her lips and like a new baby bird she blindly licked and tasted, gasping her hot breath on him, fighting to be a good girl.
“Just lick it,” he gasped with that sadistic hunger. “Just like that. Don’t suck. Just lick it, make me burn with it.”
He slid his fingers into her hair at her forehead then made a tight fist, pulling hard until she winced and gasped. He tilted her head back, and she continued to lick as commanded, her brows furrowed in worry and fear. But it was the sight of his pre-cum shining on her pretty lips that sent hunger storming through him. He lowered his mouth to hers and licked it up with lusty growls.
“Such a good girl,” he shuddered on her mouth. “So trusting, aren’t you?”
There was something to be said for that, even in the throes of this thing that gripped him. Her ability to trust when she had no real reason to, no memory of who he was. The stupidity disappointed him as much as it aroused him. Mercy wouldn’t have done it.
He went back to letting her lick him, letting her feed his new addiction. “Fuck,” he hissed, “you’re setting my cock on fire. Take the head now, only the head and suck it.” He reached behind him. “Open your knees for me. Wide, until they touch the tub.”
When he felt her slipping more into the water, he tightened his grip in her hair, making his cock throb. He realized in that moment that he liked that part. Saving her. “I got you,” he whispered, stroking his fingers between her pussy lips. He found her ass with his middle finger and pressed against that perfect opening. “That’s it,” he whispered, watching her gasp on his cock and moan frantically. “Suck it while I fuck you here for the first time.”
With every moan and pant, her ass contracted. His heart thundered with what he was about to do. Shock her. When his finger barely penetrated, he shoved in fast and deep with a growl, bringing her panicked cry and thrust of his cock deep into her mouth. “Take it fucking all,” he ordered, fucking her ass with long, deep strokes.
“Your ass is so tight on my finger, your body is so tight. And your fear boils my fucking blood, Angel, makes me fucking hungry, do you know that?”
Her nostrils fluttered rapidly with his cock deep in her mouth. He slowly pulled out, still fucking her ass with vigorous thrusts, rubbing the head over her lips and face as she gasped incessantly, thrashing her head and body under his biting hold.
The dark desire pumped his cock and body until he grunted and groaned to its demands. He closed his eyes at feeling the animal wanting more. More power, more control.
Panic hit Sade for an instant, and his sadistic fury answered. He shoved her beneath the water for several seconds then yanked her out by the throat and pinning her to the tub. He roared in desperation, and she screamed and choked while he kissed her wet mouth. “Fight me!” he yelled.
He yanked the blindfold off, needing to see it. His cock jerked hard at finding the stark terror in her wide eyes. Heaving with the hunger, he kissed her again, still holding her while she fought to thrash out of his grip. She managed to knee him in his balls, and the pain shoved any sanity back, and he sat on her, forcing her body down into the tub again. He turned and yanked the lever, letting the water out. The look of abject fear in her wide eyes fueled that animal and he reached behind him and slid his finger inside her. “Yes,” he whispered as she squirmed and fought him, her body thrashing, sliding under the water. He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her back in place, holding her still.
Gasps began filtering in with her screams as he rammed his finger faster in her.
The water lowered to a few inches and Sade flipped the lever and shut the drain.
“On your stomach, Angel,” he rasped.
“Stop this, please,” she begged.
He flipped her onto her stomach. “Don’t hide, don’t fight it, let it come, is that what you want me to stop, Angel?”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped frantically, the top of her forehead against the tub to keep her face out of the water. “Please, I didn’t know, I didn’t know!”
Sade lifted her hips to put her on her knees and she refused to bend them.
“Kneel.” He wouldn’t call her Mercy, she was nothing like her. She was the absence of Mercy, the sick addiction he loathed but craved. The one Mercy had fought against.
“No, please no.”
He yanked her hips up and spanked her ass hard. “The water!” She turned her face to the side, sputtering. “Take it…take it out,” she screamed, raising her head back and grunting.
Sade flipped the lever and opened the drain for a few seconds then shut it back. An inch less was all he’d go. “Now kneel.”
“The water,” she cried desperately.
“There’s less.” He pulled her hips up, and she knelt this time.
“Sade, please. My arms hurt. M-my face.”
Fury stormed through him at those words and the urge to hurt something gripped his body in a vice of power until he heaved and seethed with it.
She grunted and panted, still fighting to keep her face out of the water. She began crying and then screamed, “Do it! Do it, you motherfucker! What are you waiting for!”
Sade’s emotions did a one-eighty at the Mercy in her tone. He wanted several things at once now. Her fear, her anger, her submission, her fight. He decided to make her choose for him.
Biting his fingers into her hips, he slammed his cock inside her impossibly tight pussy. The shriek she gave him said she chose fear. Sade growled and snarled, staring at his cock buried to the hilt in her.
Still no fucking Mercy.
She put her forehead to the tub again as Sade clenched his eyes tight on that other dark fire kindling inside him. The hot bite of her pussy tickled that need to fuck her senseless for hours and hours.
“I fucking hate you!” she screamed at him. “I hate you! I hate you!”
Those words… They were a holy water bomb right in his face, and it drew forth all the demons, all of them ready to kill.
That panic slammed him again, allowing his sanity to surface again. He pulled out of her, stumbling out of the tub and falling into the vanity, grabbing hold of that life-line I fucking hate you. He trembled and looked around, growling and panting. Oh God. What the fuck ha
d he done?
He crawled to the tub and fought with Mercy’s ties. “Jesus, be still!” he gasped, letting out the water. “Fuck, fuck,” he whispered, shame cutting his breath.
Mercy let out a sob as he untied her. As soon as she was free, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and crying, “I’m sorry, I was scared! I do trust you, I do!”
Confusion slammed him as he held on to her. Why was she doing this? What was she doing? Who was she? Why was she?
Who the fuck was he?
That answer grew increasingly difficult to figure out with every second he spent with her, every second she tore him more apart.
“I’ll do it, I’ll try again. This time I’ll do good, I promise.”
His heart ached at hearing the absence of the woman he knew. Would he ever get her back?
The box.
Desperate, Sade pulled her by the hand to the bedroom, stopping to carry her when he realized she was limping. He laid her on the bed and she stared at him, sobbing like she was so sorry. How did she get so confused? He was the guilty one. It was like she was more confused than before. Had he fucking broke her worse than she was?
If she remembered, it would fix everything. He spun and went to the closet and grabbed the box down and hurried back to the bed with it. “Get dressed,” he said, feeling like the devil while she was naked. She hesitated like she’d argue. “Do it, Mercy, please,” he gasped, finding his own underwear and getting them back on.
She slowly got dressed, crying quietly now, making him cringe with self-loathing. When she was done, she whispered, “Tie me, please.”
He stared at her, rocked with confusion at the odd request.
“Tie me, please, just tie me. I’ll show you,” she whispered heatedly.
He shook his head a little, stuck in confusion.
“Tie me, goddammit!” she screamed, laying on the bed, all four limbs spread. “Please,” she added in a bitter beg.
Sade didn’t know why or what, but doing what she asked suddenly seemed like a good idea. Something told him that before things got any better… they’d get worse.